A Gentle Flutter

Could that really be my own fingers twitching? I blinked, feeling a soft breath fill my chest as the quiet room came into focus. In my left hand, I held a tiny pink tag inscribed with neat handwriting. Slowly, I lifted my arm—it moved so smoothly!—and brought the little paper closer. Gently brushing my thumb across its crisp edge, I whispered, 'Is this a little note meant for me?' Feeling the paper flutter beneath my touch brought a quiet warmth straight to my heart.